The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-11-15

pleaSeu WIN Uneir lOugor, MT. DID,
tho ugh they felt rather sorry for the
old gentleman, too. 1t was very sad
to see him sitting in his room all day
looking at pictures, gazing out OF the
window with that blank expression on
his face. But, on the other hand,
young Mr.. Bib paid Mrs. Waflles an
extra half-guinea per week for keeping
an eye on the old gentleman, and had
also paid several weeks rent in ad-
vance, which is by no means the usu-
al practice OF dodgers In the
neighborhood OF Remington PARK,
where Mr.. and Mrs. Wafiles resided.
Moreover, so far from requiring extra
attention, Mr.. Bib gave no trouble at
all, but did whatever he was told to
do, and would never even have asked
for his meals if they had not been
Forthcoming. That was why Mr. and
Mrs. Wafiles, were so pleased with
their lodger.
1t therefore gave Mrs. WafIles, as
she subsequently stated, quite q
turn" when Mr.. Bib came down stairs
one morning with his hat and over
coat on, and evinced the strongest in
tention OF going out for q walk.
Young Mr.. BIB had given strict in
structions that his father was on no
account to leave the house, as, be-
sides being unable to find his way back
he was liable to become dangerously
excited by the noise and hustle OF the
streets. On the two or three occa-
sions when he had called to see his
father young Mr.. Bib had always re-
peated these instructions. 1t was. in
fact, his intention to take his father
away to quiet residence in the coun-
try as soon as he had concluded GER
tain business which he had on hand.
Mrs. Waffles accordingly placed her
self before the door, and explained to
Mr.. Bib that he could not leave the
premises at present.
"Please-please," stammered the
old gentleman, in what was for him
rather an excited tone, cant wait
my son, Alfred-look." He drew O.
newspaper from his pocket, and point
ed to something in it. On pretence
OF looking at it Mrs. Waffies drew him
into the parlor, where she saw that it
was morning paper which he had
somehow got hold OF, and that he was
pointing to the report oil the first
days proceedings in the trial OF the
Rev Alfred Stuckey at the Old Bailey.
AS she read the passage over to hui
NOR him the old man kept on repeat
Ing, "My son Alfred-murder me?-nol
no-not Alfred. Mustn't hangAlfred!"
Now in the parlor sat Mrs. Wat
fes's husband taking his breakfast,
for he was compositor in the office
OF a daily paper, and late riser.
Mr.. Bib's utterances made a deep i'm
preston on Mr.. Waffles. He was
man OF considerable intelligence, and,
moreover, knew all the facts in the
Stuckey case by heart, having been
engaged on the previous day in setting
up in type report of the trial.
"Hes got some delusion in his head
about this trial." said Mrs Waffles.
"Not so sure about that" replied
her husband. ale never had one be-
fore. Ask him what he wants to do"
Mrs. Waflles did so. Mr.. Bib smiled
feebly, and said, "Going to see Alfred
mustn't hang my son Alfred"
"What is your name. sir?" asked
Mr.. Wafiles in loud tone.
"Stuckey. Martin Stuckey," was
the prompt response.
"Precious rum delusion" observed
Mr.. Wafiles. 'Look here, Mr.. Stuck
ey; how did you come here2"
The old man passed his hand
across his forehead and looked help
lessy around him. "My son Alfred"
he said; then paused and shook his
head. Presently he went on in a
rambling fashion: "Went out with
Alfred-Ephraim changed my clothes
close by the river-Ephraim pushed
me into a train-no,-no! Mustn't
hang Alfred'
"There's something in this" said
Mr. Waffles, decisively. "He couldn't
have got all this out OF the newspaper.
How do we know that this old boy
isn't Martin SJuckey as he says He
was brought here on the very night
Martin Stuckey disappeared. He
had nothing about him to show his
name. you remember. Young Bib
bought him new linen and told you to
mark it. Martin Stuckey was weak
in his head; so is he. The name OF
Martin Stuckey's second son is Ephra,
i'm, and doesn't he call Bib Ephraim2
Put on your things, Sally, and come
round with me to the police. They
will give us a description of old Stuck
ey and will very soon tell us what to
do. Look sharp They may be SEN
fencing that poor devil to death this